unbelievable things

words don’t stick 

I  threaten

with forgetfulness//

a personalized

rumor///

they laugh

***

will the gate lock?

I am tired 

of being ripe

a morsel

shoulders stiff 

with the crown of all who whispered crucifixion

I am a willing participant

the sadness 

doesn’t bother me, it’s happiness 

a formless

somewhere 

between a smile and a salted rim

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